Ithit me one day as I woke up shouting
"I have finally found my way!
A respectable poet I will be
The world will my talent see! "
So I took my pencil and I took my pen
Writing poems again and again
I gave my works to a publisher to read
He said "dear father, rehab is what you need "
So I took my manuscripts and flew
To a tavern I went to drown my sorrows with stew
But I won't give up, I won't run for cover
One craziness is gone I will find another!
Once a poet, always a poet, No matter who he be We are the lucky ones For we have read And felt your talent And poetic, Fantasy. Divine madness, poetry, never giving it up, is the way to be. I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed this poem and your ever original poetry!
Amazingly humorous write that captures our dreams as Poets. The two closure lines are very inspiring. Yes, we have to write and write until our ink runs dry... An excellent poem with great rhyme.
We all have crazy ideas of being poets that we are not. It is sufficient to enjoy ourselves just writing to the wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Keep on writing! ! ! Poetry is the way of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.